I pull down the zipper. The satiny fabric slips off my skin and sinks lazily onto the floor. I step gingerly out of the burgundy prom dress and proceed to reaquaint it with its hanger. "Now," I sigh, stepping towards the closet. "You don't have a mirror down there do you?" I turn from where I'm standing, elbow deep in satin, lace, and chiffon. He is lying on my bed, turned towards the wall. His face is engulfed in pillows. "Shut up!" He exclaims, but I think I detected a slight hint of laughter.... "I was just kidding," I grin and pull down a dark purple knee length dress. I slip into it. "Now this one, I have never worn anywhere." From his hiding place on the bed he replies, "Doesn't it bother you to have expensive dresses just sitting in your closet?" I think about it. I adjust the dress. "Not really. Open your eyes." He turns around and sits up. "I really like that one. Purple is a good color on you." He pauses before continuing. "I don't know, but maybe every dress looks good on you."